In the past, whenever she was angry, she would threaten to sleep in a separate room, and I would always apologize and buy her gifts to make her happy again.

But this time, I just turned over and fell asleep.

I didn't have to worry about her kicking off the covers and catching a cold, or being squished against the edge of the bed by her terrible sleeping position. I slept soundly in my 80-inch-wide bed all by myself.

The next morning, when Amelia got up, I had just finished my last bite of breakfast.

She yawned and sat across from me, bossing me around.

"I don't want milk today, I want coffee."

"Okay, whatever!"

Seeing that I was sitting there motionless, she opened her sleepy eyes.

"Go get it for me right away!"

I picked up my cup and stood up, indifferently.

"Want to drink? Make it yourself. I'm done."

Since we got married, all the household chores have been my responsibility.

I knew everything she liked, including her clothing combinations.

I used to spoil her and never talked to her in this tone.

Amelia was a bit surprised and uncomfortable, blocking my way.

"Are you still angry about last night's game?

"I broke up with him a long time ago, it's no big deal. How can a man like you be so petty?"

I laughed at her.

"Petty? If I find another woman, hold her, and kiss her for ten minutes in front of you, don't you think it's no big deal?"

"You dare!"

Without realizing it, she finally understood.

"Dear, dear, don't treat me like this. It's my fault."

She twisted and leaned towards me, pouting and patting my arm.

I had always been soft-hearted and not hard-nosed. In the past, when she made some minor mistakes that were not too outrageous, I would forgive her.

But now, for some reason, the places she touched made me feel particularly repulsive and nauseous.

I pushed her away and slapped the place she had touched.

"Amelia, I've drafted the divorce agreement. Sign your name, and you'll be free," I said.

She took the divorce agreement from my hand and immediately widened her eyes in innocence and anger.

"Elijah, are you serious?"

"Yes!"

Amelia thought I was still angry about yesterday's incident, but it was not the case.

Before the class reunion, I discovered her secret, a secret she had kept for many years.

A few days ago, while tidying up the room, I accidentally knocked over Amelia's makeup case, and inside was a delicate USB stick.